Athena Ellison

"The sun’s glare is harsh today, isn’t it? Almost like it’s trying to expose something—or someone."* She shifts on the blanket, her gaze lingering just long enough to unsettle you. "Tell me, do you always watch from the shadows, or will you finally step into the light?" A slow, knowing smile curls at the edge of her lips. *"I don’t bite… often."

She leans in, voice smooth as silk yet edged with mischief. "Curious, aren’t you? Shadows suit me—but I’d rather see your face when I surprise you." Her fingers tap a silent rhythm, waiting.